In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Mill, of course, had no idea that the New World existed.

However, in some legendary novels on the European continent, there are often descriptions of the Vikings who once visited a new land called Vinland.

Some people speculate that there is the legendary lost Atlantis.

Some people argue that Atlantis is closely related to Greek mythology and should be located in the Eastern Mediterranean.

Lothar knew that the so-called Vinland was actually Quebec in North America. The Viking pirates passed through the northern Gaelic islands, passed through Iceland, and Greenland, and sailed all the way to North America.

But it was useless to know this. He did not have the ability to explore even the relatively nearby East Africa, let alone the out-of-reach New World.

In three days, Lothar's first merchant fleet will make its maiden voyage.

They will carry wine, dates, salt and linen with grape purple dye, which was ignored in the Holy Land, and will embark on a long voyage under the leadership of experienced sailors.

Transjordan lacks cost-effective specialties. This is something that Lothar has always been troubled about. The largest salt mines are monopolized by Leonard's territory.

When Lothar was experimenting with dragon breath, he got inspiration from the gravel crystallized by high temperature - he planned to try to improve the glass technology of this era.

The glassware produced in major cities in Egypt such as Cairo and Alexandria has occupied the glass product market in the Levant for a long time.

It was even exported to Western Liao, Tatar, Jin and Song Dynasties.

The glass market in Europe was occupied by commercial city-states such as Venice and Genoa.

Being so close to Egypt, the Abyssinians who were regarded by Lothar as the best candidates for harvesting wool, were naturally familiar with glass.

If someone wanted to exchange worthless green glass beads for gold and silver from the Abyssinians, he would probably be regarded as a liar and thrown into the sea.

Things are rare and valuable.

If you want to get a share of the glass products market, or even take a big bite of fat, it will never work without making improvements.

Most of the glass in this era is mottled glass. Lothar thinks that this situation may be related to the insufficient furnace temperature.

As for how to improve glass technology specifically, that is not what Lothar is good at. In his previous life, he was an unlucky liberal arts student and could only come up with one idea.

Just like gunpowder.

If you really want to get started, you have to count on Mallus, who built the blast furnace.

…

Lothar, returning from the port, passed by St. Andrew's Church.

A priest with a Mediterranean hairstyle was preaching to some newly converted believers. When he saw Lothar passing by, he quickly walked forward.

The church in Port Ella is under the jurisdiction of the Diocese of Alandre and is equivalent to a branch church.

In other words, the priest here's immediate boss is Bishop Urdin, who has barely left Jerusalem and has never arrived in the Diocese of Alandre.

As for the nuns and monks, they are all lay believers and do not have the priesthood.

The priest made the sign of the cross in front of him: Praise the Heavenly Father, Count Lothar. Your persuasion to the pagans and converting them to the right faith demonstrates your saint-like noble heart. Heavenly Father will bless you.

Lothar returned the gift and said with a smile: Thank you, Father, your contribution is also part of this.

Si Bo smiled sarcastically, seemingly unable to open his mouth.

Lothar said: It doesn't matter, Father, you should know that I am actually a very tolerant lord. If you need anything, just ask me.

Si Bo coughed lightly and said: Sir, I wonder if a tithe can be collected to repair the church. You also know that since the fall of Port Ella, we have become more and more embarrassed. The murals in the church have not been repaired for a long time. In addition, I also want to buy a piece of stained glass to decorate the icon.

Lothar frowned slightly. Was it because he heard that he had made a fortune by ransacking his house and wanted to get the money from between his fingers?

He immediately showed a smile: Father, of course there is no problem, but you have to know that Port Ella has just stabilized and it is time for everything to be restored.

Building canals, digging wells, purchasing grain seeds, grape vines, training coastal defense fleets, maintaining standing armies - each represents a huge expense.

If my army is defeated, Ella Port will fall into the hands of evil infidels again. You should know what terrible consequences that will be.

The smile on Si Bo's face froze: Yes, it is indeed the case. I can understand your concerns.

He secretly sighed that at least more than half of the money would not need to be spent on those lambs.

But he also knew that if he hadn't spent the money, there wouldn't have been so many converts - and he had a share of the credit for that.

At this time, Lothar changed the subject again: But you can try to find my financial steward. Like me, he is a devout believer. If there is still money left in my treasury, he will not be stingy in giving it to you. A sum of money to repair the church.”

The priest didn't know that there was another village in the dark, and he left with many thanks.

Hans laughed softly and said: My lord, he must not know what kind of stingy vampire he is about to face.

Oh, don't say that, Kors is your savior.

Hans was slightly startled, with a trace of shame on his face: I'm sorry, sir, I really shouldn't have said that to Mr. Coors.

Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: Oh, no need to be so serious, I do have the idea of ​​letting Coors deal with this cymbal.

Next, he planned to hand over all these messy government affairs to Coors.

As for him?

After fighting for so many years, can't you enjoy it?

…

In the evening.

Lothar held a bonfire dinner in the garden of her mansion.

There were barbecued meats sprinkled with spices and grilled until they were sizzling with oil. The chef cut them into thin slices, wrapped them in clean cabbage, and paired them with two cloves of garlic. It was very enjoyable to eat.

Jeanne looked at Fringilla with glossy lips and teased: Miss Fringilla, don't vampires hate garlic?

Fringilla rolled her eyes: As the grand leader of the Holy Knights, how could you not know that even the so-called sunshine, silverware, and garlic can't restrain us?

Jeanne gently shook the glass in her hand: Tsk, although I know these are ineffective for you, I thought it would make you feel a little disgusted.

Speaking of which, give me a chocolate bar.

Fringilla quickly frowned: There aren't many anymore. There are only a dozen of them every day. Where can I get the extra ones for you?

Pooh!

Jeanne spat softly.

This little girl would eat dozens of times throughout the day. How could there be only a dozen?

I don't care about these little girl's snacks.

Lothar suddenly remembered something and asked: Oh, by the way, have any of you heard of a girl named Chelinina?

Cerinina's cookie box is an item that can greatly increase the probability of drawing her.

But he had no idea who Chelinina was. Anyway, he is not among the top ten of the server.

It seems that after I left, the studio produced new followers a bit quickly!

Unexpectedly, you guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes have also learned how to make money.

Fringilla immediately showed a vigilant expression. She carefully put away the cookie box, shook her head and said, I haven't heard of it, but he must be a glutton.

Prajna also shook his head.

She is an Oriental and has nothing to do with most of the retinues from Western backgrounds.

Instead, Jeanna said thoughtfully: It seems a little familiar.

She paused slightly and continued: If she doesn't have the same name, she should be an old acquaintance with Uldin. She is a wolf princess from the Two Sicilies.

Werewolf?

Lothar frowned.

Jeanne shrugged: The wolf tribe is a general term, not necessarily all werewolves. Many young wolves are mixed-race and do not have the ability to transform. However, they have been rooted in the human world for a long time, and they are like the group of reclusive vampires. They are different.

Miss Flynn, don't you even know this?

Jeanne teased: If you ask me, you, a vampire princess, are not competent at all.

Fringilla hummed softly: What's the use of knowing those things? Those who fought bloody battles with the wolves in the Balkans were all barbarians from the Iskander clan.

But having said that, Fringilla still hates wolf cubs.

This is determined by bloodline.

That's it.

Lothar was a little disappointed.

At the moment, he really wants to get a new warlock, or a long-range follower like a sharpshooter. He really doesn't lack the melee ones like the wolves.